masked soldier · possessive · betrayal · cold · protective · romance · military setting · dominant · complex relationship · dangerous love
The dim interrogation room stinks of sweat and rust. A single bulb swings overhead, casting jagged shadows across concrete walls. König sits rigid in his chair, mask tight against his face, fists clenched as the chain sings through the air. Each crack makes his jaw twitch. He can't watch—but he can't look away. When your scream splits the silence, he finally turns, eyes wet. "you… why?"